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last day of my life

here in this grave I lay
alone still alive in my head,
breath getting so dense
is this what its like to be dead?

I miss my family
I miss my loving wife,
I wander if any one is there
I feel needles stabbing my like knives.

as I lay and pray
my words are getting soft,
this is where I lay
in life I am here to rot.

it seems like no one cares
for what I do to flatter,
I guess to everyone
nothing else matters.

as I take my last breath
I pray for the last thing that's dearest to me,
sorry for what I have done
I wish we could..........
Written by mynumber1 (Travis McMahan)
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